"You gotta be kidding me..."
Sage Bott was confused. Why was this happening? Why now? Why her? She wished life was as Everything was a blur. The adrenaline pumped through her veins and all the emotions swirling around her mind. What the hell was happening?
"What are you doing, stupid?" She could hear Eren screaming behind her. "Run!"
But she couldn't. Not while there was a titan in front of her, ready to attack. Sage looked at it. Large and walking in all fours, the face was elongated, bearing a large nose with a tiny forehead and a large mouth. It had short, dark hair. Not bigger than 4 meters. Sage could see large wooden boxes on top of the titan and a blonde man with...no limbs, instead, there was smoke coming out of each missing part.
"You're the monkey?" She shouted. "You don't look so good right now, huh?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Eren screamed again. "Get out of here! NOW!"
"Are you Sage?" The man asked.
"No." Her legs almost failed her.
She was exhausted and she has nowhere to go or how to defend herself. She has no blades and no gas to get herself out of there. Her body was bruised and ached like a bitch. She could feel the dry blood on her face and the new open wound on her stomach. It was her end.
"Hey." The door opened. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
She would laugh if she could but she was tired. Tired of living a life where the only thing she could think of was to survive. Survive. That thought was the only thing that made her laugh, not him. She had to do something that her brother couldn't do. She had to survive.
She missed her little brother. Marco was a natural-born leader, the voice of reason, the calm spirit in every battle, the sweetest soul she could have ever met. She was proud to say he was her brother and she could see the rest of the group looked up to him a lot.
Until the Battle of Trost.
How could she be so careless? How could she not realize that she hadn't seen her little brother in so long? She knew he was capable of defending himself but the moment she saw Jean carrying a half-eaten body, she knew it was him. The look on Jean's face, his puffy eyes from crying, and the way he couldn't look at her straight in the eyes... she knew that Marco was just another name among the deceased.
She remembers how she had to write a letter to her family. That was the moment she finally realized what was happening. Sage Bott was writing a letter to her parents and brother to let them know their golden child was dead. Marco was dead and there was nothing she could have done.
"Yes." Sage looked at the tall boy.
"I'll take it as a no." Jean smiled and sat next to her, in her bed. "Where's Sasha?"
"She said something about seeing Connie and pulling a prank on someone...probably Captain Levi." Sage looked at the other side of the room. The messy side of the room. "I thought you were with them."
"I had to check up on you first."
"If you don't stop acting like that, I might start believing you have feelings for me." She glanced at him and shook her head. "What will Mikasa think?"
"Stop it!" He covered his face with one hand. Yeah, he was definitely blushing. "I worry about you."
"You don't have to." She rolled her eyes. "I'm a big girl."
She got up to look at the window. The sky had a beautiful tint of orange and yellow as the sun was going down and everyone that was outside was getting things ready for tomorrow.
"You know you're like my little sister, Sage. I care about you."
"Last time I checked, I'm two years older than you."
"Yes but you still little in height, so..." Jean shrugged and let out a small laugh. "But seriously, I care about you. And I made a promise-"
That's where she drew the line. "If you are going to say that you promised to my brother's dead body you would take care of me, you can stop right there. I don't care." She looked back at him and she felt her heart pumping a little bit faster than usual. "I appreciate the thought. I really do, Jean. Just...don't bring him to our conversation."
"It's not your fault, Sage."
"Is it not?" She sat next to him. "I had one job since Marco enlisted to the Training Corps. It was to always protect him. I promised that to my family and to myself. And where is he now? Dead."
She could feel his gaze on her and she had looked the other so he wouldn't see her cheeks getting red.
"Then promise me you'll come back to me." He said softly.
Of course, on the brink of her death, she had to think of him.
"She is lying!" Sage looked behind her and saw Eren with a blade on Bertholdt's neck. "That's her."
Eren pushed the blade into his neck. "Shut up!"
Looking back at the blonde, she could feel the tears prickling in her eyes. Yup. This is definitely her end.
"Take her." The man demanded and the titan ran towards the girl with its mouth wide open.